Betsy, happening to remember as she and Molly turned away. "The money is on that shelf."
"Well, now!" said the girl, "if she didn't take hold and sell things! Say . . ." she ran after Betsy and gave her a hug—"you smart young one, I wish't I had a little sister just like you!"
Molly and Betsy hurried along out of the gate into the main street of the town and down to the station. Molly was eating doughnuts as she went. They were both quite hungry by this time, but Betsy could not think of eating till she had those tickets in her hand.
She pushed her quarter and a nickel into the ticket-seller's window and said "Hillsboro" in as confident a tone as she could; but when the precious bits of paper were pushed out at her and she actually held them, her knees shook under her and she had to go and sit down on the bench.
"My! Aren't these doughnuts good?" said Molly. "I never in my life had enough doughnuts before!"
